A/N I am sorry for all the grammar mistakes in the last chapter, but I was too tired to read it through. I hope the spelling isn't as bad as it was then in this chapter so please carry on reading it :) Anywayz... for those of you who r waiting for the romance of the story... read this chapter, cause it all starts here.

Chapter nine,

Snape was walking with heavy steps towards the station. He was wearing a large black hood over his head to hide his red cheeks from people that might recognise him, and he kept his fingers tight around his thin wallet that he had gotten one Christmas from Dumbledore many years ago.

Snape was thankful for all the help and support Dumbledore kept giving him, but no one could deny admitting that it sometimes got a bit too annoying. Voldemort wasn't back in power yet, and even if the death eaters wanted Snape more than dead, they wouldn't be able to kill him. The Ministry of Magic's influence was more important than anything else, and Snape knew that none of them would risk being sent back to Azkaban. But still even if Snape found himself not close to mortal danger, it seemed that Dumbledore thought he was, and everyone had to agree with the old, wise, bearded Dumbledore, didn't they? Dumbledore wasn't married, and no one complained about that to him. Snape had to take all the harsh treatments, didn't he? First bullied at school by that stank, Potter, and then bullied as a grownup for not being married. Life was just not fair sometimes. Snape would never ever forget an insult, and so far his peinsive(don't know if it is spelt like that :S) was full of them.

He woke up from his thoughts by the loud eruption of the Hogwarts express arriving, and he jumped back at the loud noise coming from the locomotive so suddenly his hood fell down. He quickly pulled it up looking wildly around to see if anyone had noticed, but he seemed to be alone on the platform except for an old man that seemed to be blind and two other hooded people that seemed to be deep in a conversation and not even have noticed that the train had stopped at the station.

Snape hurried on and got the back compartment, and closed the door carefully. Today he knew no one would disturb him, and he sat back falling into a deep sleep.

Snape quickly sat up and looked wildly around. They seemed to have reached Kings Cross Station and he quickly got up. His hood seemed to have fallen off while he had been sleeping so he quickly pulled it on, and got of the train.

When he got out of the crowded station he got out his old wallet and pulled up a small piece of parchment with an address written in Madame Pompfrey's neat handwriting. "Ettitch's Pharmacy, Corps Street 23" He knew where Corps street was, even though he had never been there. That was where Dumbledore and McGonagall usually went once every year, to get some sort of chemical useful to keep metals from rusting.

He slowly walked with heavy steps into London. He had been told a pharmacy visit didn't go cheap but that it was necessary. He suddenly realised he wouldn't have enough money to send the monthly pay to the woman with the child. He swallowed hard. No wonder he was getting sick. The woman probably put a spell on him that made him sick if he didn't have enough money. But then... the reason he didn't have enough money was because he needed to visit a doctor. A Muggle doctor. Oh, he tried not to think about what people would say if they found out he had gone to a Muggle doctor! It was the Slytherin honour to ignore the creation of Muggles, and now he, Severus Snape, was going to visit their hospital. He swallowed deep. The mark on his arm was itching like mad, but Madame Pompfrey had told him to try and ignore it. How he didn't understand. He was just happy he didn't have the cold any more.

He felt sure he didn't have the Muggle disease, but just a cold charm or something put on him, but think if he did have that disease? How? What would he have to do? How would he be able to cover it up? He stopped walking and spotted "Corps Street 23" on a white wall in golden letters. He looked up at a large sign that was placed over the pearl white building's even whiter door. "Ettitch's Pharmacy" it read. It had large glass windows and posters of naked people being soaked in some sort of white gooey stuff, smiling. He raised his eyebrows at what was supposed to be the hospital wing. It was as different from the wizard stores as possible, and he was surprised to see how clean and well-kept the place seemed to be. It had no beds or anything inside what he spotted. He only saw shelves and shelves of what looked like white boxes and small bottles of some sort. He swallowed. This was way too scary. Muggles weren't supposed to be cleaner than wizards. He couldn't go in, he just couldn't. He wouldn't go in.

He pushed the door opened and could feel cool air rush against him. He stepped inside, and looked around. It smelled a bit weird. It wasn't a bad smell, but it was almost a bit too... well. unreal. These smells just didn't exist. He took a few more steps. It couldn't be too bad. He convinced himself that Lucius Malfoy would rather face death than let himself be found in a Muggle Area, and would therefore not be able to find Snape in a Muggle Hospital. But then... so would Snape have just a few days ago... no. Snape straightened up and pulled off his hood. He needed to be brave. Brave. BRAVE!!! He walked down the thin alley to the back of the room where a large white desk was placed. Some odd bottles were lined up in order size, and on the wall behind it hang a poster of a brown sort of cream and a much tanned woman standing watching the sea. He was surprised to see that the woman kept so still. She wasn't at all moving. It was impossible to freeze pictures.

'Can I help you, sir?' Snape jumped back. A brown haired woman had just emerged from no where smiling politely at him. She had brown eyes that were eyeing him closely and Snape could not deny that she was very pretty.

'Eh...' he felt his cheeks turn red even if they already were very much so. He didn't know if it was because he was talking to a Muggle or because he thought she was very pretty. He turned very nervous. Think if she told him he had a deadly disease? For some reason, when he thought that he didn't become more nervous. He pushed the hair out of his face and placed it neatly behind his ear.

'Are you all right?' the woman asked and her smile faded a bit. She walked out from behind the desk and brought a chair with her that she placed beside Snape. Snape jumped back a bit. 'Please sit down,' she said and walked back to behind the desk. Snape looked at the chair for a few moments, considering the matter, and then sat down. He started fumbling nervously with his fingers.

'Could you please tell me what is the matter?' the lady asked, and she started to sound a bit annoyed. 'If you want to buy condoms, just tell me all right? People buy it everyday...'

'No, no!' Snape called out not really knowing what she thought he wanted to buy. 'It is just that... well...'

'Well, what?' the woman asked and laughed a bit. 'It can't be that bad!'

'I have caught... al... something starting with "al"... alirgy or something...' Snape whispered as quietly as possible.

'Do you mean allergies?' the woman asked and she started laughing. Snape smiled weakly not really knowing what was so funny. The lady stood up and went to a small shelf that was placed at the corner of the wall and got out a small box. 'I have never in my life seen anyone nervous about coming to me for a treatment against allergies!' she smiled and looked at the box. 'I suppose you don't know what you are allergic against do you?' Snape silently shook his head.

'Well, I am going to do a test on you to check what you are allergic to, just to see what treatment I should give you, nothing to worry about though...' she added seeing Snape's aghast look. 'It won't hurt you exactly. Or maybe a little, but it could be much, much worse,' she laughed and placed the box neatly on her desk. Snape turned uncomfortably in his seat.

'What-what exactly are you going to do?' he asked uncomfortably. The woman smiled at him in a mysterious way.

'Poison you,' she whispered behind her smile and opened the box revealing about twenty different small tubes. She picked one of them up. 'Could you please give me your arm... this will unfortunately take ten minutes but it will be worth it. What I am going to do, is place all of these liquids on your arm and make a tiny, very small hole in your skin with a needle, don't worry, it won't harm you, sir,' she took a firm grip on Snape's wrist and forced it onto the desk. She pulled up his sleeve so fast Snape didn't have any chance to say against and she for a moment looked at his arm and the red mark.

'Oooo... you got a rash!' she said spookily watching Snape's terrified expression obviously enjoying it. 'Very bad business we are dealing with, indeed,' she laughed and Snape loosened his arm a bit. For some reason he trusted this simple Muggle, and he kind of didn't mind her laughing at the disease he was carrying because that could just not mean it was dangerous.

'Well, I have never seen... eh... did you call it rash?' he said feeling kind of weird. He for some reason had a sort of happy sensation in his stomach, but... he didn't really know how to describe it.

'So, are you a foreigner?' the woman asked. Snape looked disapprovingly at her.

'No, I am fully English...' he said and for some reason wanting to say something a bit more interesting. 'Are you?' he knew the question sounded stupid. The woman laughed again.

'My mum was from the States and my dad from Spain, but I was born here in Britain,' she said and she laughed again. It surprised Snape how a woman could laugh so much. 'I am just asking you because you have never heard of neither allergies nor rashes before, and they usually come in our daily day lives, so...'

'You are allirgix too?' Snape asked hopefully. The woman smiled and put the last tube she had used back into the small box and closed it. She then got out a small needle and started poking it carefully onto the places where the drops were placed. Snape winced but was determined not to admit it hurt.

'Ya... pets with furr,' she said. 'I'd love to have a cat, but I can't,' Snape looked at her. She was a very happy person, and the happiness didn't bother him like it usually did when people were happy.

'Are you... always this happy?' Snape asked not believing he actually said it. The woman looked at him and then broke into the loudest laugh she had made yet.

'Do... you always... keep so... so... sour?' she said in between her laughs and Snape didn't know if he should get offended or not. He glared at her.

'Well... my past puts me down... I suppose,' he finally said quietly not meeting her eyes.

'Oh, I am sorry,' the woman said and her laugh stopped abruptly. 'Did your wife die or did she leave you?' Snape hastily looked up at her and stared.

'I have not been married and I am not at the moment,' he said bitterly not understanding how every topic he began with anyone led to the part on getting married. The woman seemed to have stopped making holes in his skin because she was putting the needle away.

'Oh, is that what is putting you down?' she asked, not seeming to realise her question was not what Snape wanted to hear. He didn't answer. 'Leave your arm here for ten minutes, and don't scratch even if you need to. If a thing starts itching it is because you are allergic to one thing, and the part that is itching will within ten minutes have turned red,' She wiped her hands on her blue Muggle pants.

'You need to fill out a form with your name, telephone number and your address so that we can send you the bills of medication,' she said, and got out a white piece of very thin parchment from a drawer and a blue thin quill. To Snape's surprise she didn't get any ink to dip the quill in. 'Name please,'

'Snape... Severus,' Snape said and tried to keep straight. 'S-E-V-E-R-U-S' the quill the woman was holiding scratched massively on the paper with ink actually coming out of it.

'How can you do that?' Snape asked forgetting to keep his dark, cool, voice.

'What?' the woman asked and stoped writing.

'To write without ink for your quill,' he said wondering how she didn't understand that.

'You call my pen a quill?' the woman repeated and she started laughing again. 'You are really funny you know. I like you,' she laughed but her words made the usual cold feeling inside of him disappear. 'What is your telephone number?' she asked and Snape almost jumped out of his chair at the question.

'I don't have a... one of those,' he said nervously. He had heard of the Muggle communication system, but never actually thought over the matter of having to give one himself in one of these situations.

'You don't have telephone?' the lady asked surprised. 'Don't tell me you don't have an address too,' and she laughed again.

'As a matter of fact, I don't have one to give, so I was wondering if I could just pay right here and now...' suddenly a cold thought struck him. He didn't have the Muggle money needed.

A/N Oooo, I liked this chapter. I had to cut it short because four pages are all ready written and it is a bit too much for one chapter if you ask me, but don't worry... the next chapter will carry on the scene... if I get reviews!! Oaaaaahhhahaha!!!! :D